Conqueror: The Complete 5-Book Collection. Conn Iggulden
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for some sign that they felt the fear curdling in his breast. Nothing showed and his mood lightened a fraction.
‘Imperial Majesty, Son of Heaven, king and father to us all,’ his first minister began, ‘I bear a letter from Emperor Wei of the Chin.’ He did not approach himself, but handed the scroll to a bearer slave. The young man knelt and held out the roll of precious paper and Rai Chiang recognised the personal chop of Prince Wei. Rai Chiang hid the stirring of hope in his breast as he took it and broke the wax seal.
It did not take long to read the message and, despite his control, Rai Chiang frowned. He could sense the hunger for news in the room and his calm had been affected badly enough for him to read it aloud.
‘It is to our advantage when our enemies attack one another. Wherein lies the danger to us? Bleed these invaders and the Chin will avenge your memory.’
There was utter silence in the room as the ministers digested the words. One or two of them had paled, visibly disturbed. There would be no reinforcements. Worse, the new emperor had described them as enemies and could no longer be considered the ally his father had been. It was possible that they had heard the end of the Xi Xia kingdom in those few words.
‘Our army is ready?’ Rai Chiang said softly into the silence.
His first minister bowed deeply before replying, hiding his fear. He could not bring himself to tell his king how poorly prepared the soldiers were for war. Generations of peace had made them more adept at bullying favours from city prostitutes than martial skills.
‘The barracks are full, Majesty. With your royal guards to lead them, they will send these animals back into the desert.’
Rai Chiang sat perfectly still, knowing no one there would dare to interrupt his thoughts.
‘Who will keep the city safe if my personal guard goes out onto the plains?’ he said at last. ‘The peasants? No, I have sheltered and fed the militia for years. It is time they earned what they have had from my hand.’ He ignored the taut expression of his first minister. The man was merely a cousin and, though he ran the city’s scribes with rigid discipline, he was out of his depth with anything requiring original thought.
‘Send for my general, that I may plan an attack,’ Rai Chiang said. ‘The time for talk and letters is over, it seems. I will consider the words of … Emperor Wei, and my response, when we have dealt with the closer threat.’
The ministers filed out, their nervousness showing in their stiff bearing. The kingdom had been at peace for more than three centuries and no one there could remember the terrors of war.
‘This place is perfect for us,’ Kachiun said, looking out over the plain of the Xi Xia. At his back, the mountains loomed, but his gaze lingered over green and gold fields, lush with growing crops. The tribes had covered ground at incredible speed over the previous three months, riding hard from village to village with almost no opposition. Three large towns had fallen before the news had gone ahead and the people of the tiny kingdom began to flee the invaders. At first, the tribes had taken prisoners, but when they had close to forty thousand, Genghis had grown tired of their wailing voices. His army could not feed so many and he would not leave them behind him, though the miserable farmers did not look like any kind of threat. He had given the order and the slaughter had taken an entire day. The dead had been left to rot in the sun and Genghis had visited the hills of the dead only once to see that his orders had been carried out. After that, he thought no more of them.
Only the women had been left alive to be taken as prizes and Kachiun had found a couple of rare beauties that very morning. They waited for him in his ger and he found his thoughts straying in that direction instead of to the next move in the assault. He shook his head to clear it.
‘The peasants don’t seem warlike at all and these canals are perfect for watering our horses,’ he went on, glancing at his older brother.
Genghis sat on a pile of saddles next to his ger, resting his chin on his hands. The mood of the tribes was cheerful around the two men and he saw a group of boys setting wands of birch into the ground. He raised his head in interest as he saw his two eldest sons were part of the chattering gang, pushing and shoving each other as they argued over how best to set the sticks. Jochi and Chagatai were dangerous company for the boys of the tribes, often leading them into trouble and scuffles that resulted in them being slapped apart by the women of the gers.
Genghis sighed, running his tongue over his lower lip as he thought.
‘We’re like a bear with his paw in honey, Kachiun, but they will rouse themselves. Barchuk tells me the Xi Xia merchants boasted of a huge standing army. We have not met them yet.’
Kachiun shrugged, unworried at the prospect.
‘Perhaps. There is still their great city. They may be hiding behind the walls there. We could starve them out, or break the walls down around their ears.’
Genghis frowned at his brother.
‘It will not be so easy, Kachiun. I expect rashness from Khasar. I keep you close to be the voice of caution and sense when the warriors get too full of themselves. We have not fought a single battle in this realm and I do not want the men to be fat and slow when it comes. Get them back on the training field and burn the laziness out of them. You too.’
Kachiun flushed at the rebuke.
‘Your will, my brother,’ he said, bowing his head. He saw Genghis was watching his sons as they mounted their shaggy ponies. It was a game of skill learned from the Olkhun’ut and Genghis was distracted as Jochi and Chagatai readied themselves to gallop past the row of wands in the soil.
Jochi turned his pony faster and raced along the line with his child’s bow fully bent. Genghis and Kachiun watched as he loosed his arrow at full speed, sending the head slicing through the slender stick. It was a good strike and, in the same instant, Jochi reached down with his left hand and snatched the falling piece of wood, raising it triumphantly as he turned back to his companions. They cheered him, though Chagatai merely snorted before beginning his own run.
‘Your son will be a fine warrior,’ Kachiun murmured. Genghis winced at the words and Kachiun did not look at him, knowing the expression he would see.
‘While they can retreat behind walls five times higher than a man,’ Genghis said stubbornly, ‘they can laugh at us riding around on the plains. What does their king care for a few hundred villages? We have barely stung him while this Yinchuan city sits safe and he resides in it.’
Kachiun did not respond as Chagatai rode the line. His arrow cut the wand, but his flailing hand failed to snatch it before it fell. Jochi laughed at his brother and Kachiun saw Chagatai’s face darken in anger. They knew their father was watching of course.
At his back, Genghis made his decision, rising to his feet.
‘Get the men sober and ready to march. I will see this city of stone that so impressed the scouts. Somehow or other there must be a way in.’ He did not show his brother the worries that plagued him. He had never seen a city girdled in high walls as his scouts described. He hoped that the sight of it would bring some insight into how he could enter without seeing his army dash itself uselessly against the stone.
As Kachiun left to relay the orders, he saw Chagatai had said something to his older brother. Jochi leaped from his pony as he passed, sending them both thumping into the ground in a flurry of elbows and bare feet. Kachiun grinned as he passed them, remembering his own childhood.
The land they had found beyond the mountains was fertile and rich. Perhaps they would have to fight to keep it, but he could not imagine a force capable of defeating the army they had brought a thousand miles from their home. As a boy, he had once levered a huge rock free on a hillside and seen the way it gathered speed. At first, it was slow, but after only a little time, it was unstoppable.
Scarlet was the Xi Xia colour for war. The king’s soldiers wore armour lacquered in vivid red and the room where Rai Chiang met his general was unadorned except for polished walls of the same shade. Only a single table spoiled the echoing emptiness